As a kid I was afraid of a lot of things. I was afraid to ride a bike, of earthworms, of the dark. When I was 10, I developed a deep fear that the world was going to end and my family would die. Heavy stuff for a 10-year old!

Sometimes fear makes us think that we are alone. That no one can possibly understand what we are fearful of and why. Fear can isolate us, and, like my friend Lorie says, it can take us away from choosing love.

When I was 13, my best friend died. This was my first experience with loss. By the time I was 25 I had been to more funerals than weddings. My fear of death was replaced with a fear of not doing enough before I died.

Fear doesn't have to be about "the big stuff." Whether you are afraid of dying or afraid of spiders, the experience of fear is real. It can stop you in your tracks, or be a catalyst to manifest your calling.

Writing down what you’re afraid of is the first practice in a series I’ll share more about next week. When we write our fears down, we name and acknowledge them. They lose their grip and we find a new perspective and a new way through.

Keep writing down your fears. Get them out of your head and your heart, and see them anew. More to come next week.